If you agree with this, why support actively go against people’s attempts at protecting themselves with stealthing? If a bottom wants to use a condom, and the top puts it on, and the bottom keeps feeling to make sure it’s there, but you’ve popped through the tip and there is nothing short of pulling out and looking at it after each thrust…how should one protect themselves then?

Your comment confused me. You prefer to have bareback sex and will purposely fool a bottom by having unprotected sex with him even when the bottom gives you a condom and expects you do to the right thing…the bottom is protecting himself but you are stealthing to get your own needs met. Please explain.[/alert]

To Protect and Serve

It is not my job to protect you. I am not the police. I am not here to “protect and serve.” I fuck. I want only to enjoy myself. Sex therapists will tell you you’re accountable for your own orgasm. I’m not here to make sure you have a good time. We’re not in a relationship. You’re seen the abbreviation “NSA”; it means “no strings action.” I want no strings. I want no emotional entanglements.

If you expect anonymous sex with a perfect stranger to be trustworthy, to hook-up with someone you’ve just met and for them to be 100 percent honest about their weight, their age, their name (if one’s given), their penis size and their “disease-free” status, you’re a fucking lunatic.

If you’re going to an adult bookstore or hooking up online and you “trust” someone not to sabotage a condom to stealth, to slip the condom off or expect that the “safe sex only” moniker included as a part of their online profile means they’re really going to protect you, please go ahead and hand them your wallet, your car keys and your bank account numbers. I’m sure they’ll give everything back later.

You somehow think handing a wallet then turning your back on things will protect you.

It’s not my job to protect someone I just met.

I am accountable to only me and I’ve chosen not to “protect” myself. In fact, I will do everything possible to assure that my cumload will go into a raw ass.

It is your job to protect yourself.

“You protect you. Not me protect you.”

I have never agreed to use a condom. I do not want to use one. I have no responsibility to you. I don’t know you, I don’t want to know you and I just want to use your asshole to get off.

I make no agreement to use a condom. If the bottom assumes that handing me a condom means that I’ll put it on and use it responsibly in an adult bookstore or a sex club in a darkroom, he’s got another thing coming.

I’ve been writing this blog for a long, long time. But some of you seem to hate my stealthing and miss the fucking point I make about it. If you have figured it out (and those of you who’ve I met and clued in do not count), then write a comment.

It all boils down to the basics: You don’t want to get your ass bred, do not bend your ass over for a stranger.

Morality is a funny thing. I’m so used to being told that I’m bad, evil and going to hell by the radical right, it just seems to roll off me like I’m coated in Rain-X and it’s a light shower. It doesn’t even bother me. So when some members of the Gay community — even barebackers with their own questionable place to stand on a position of greater morality — begin to question whether I might be “good” or “bad,” one is left with a little Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged in your soul.

Sometimes I feel like the slut about to be stoned.

Nonetheless, it’s not anything like the OTHER 99 PERCENT or a goodly chunk of the unemployed — of which I am one. We attempt to find work, fill out countless forms online, write, rewrite, rewrite, recast, alter, edit, reformat, update and rewrite our resumes again only to go on job interviews that look promising then some fucktard in the 1 percent decides his gold parachute needs more diamonds and platinum encrusting so he decides to announce a hiring freeze.

Sex is one of those things in which we have completely under our control. It’s not the color of our skin, our birthplace or luck. Sex isn’t a roll of the die. It is a choice whether we engage with a stranger or date for a time.

We have to remove the morality from fucking. It just simply doesn’t work. What does is personal accountability. Now you can run to a dictionary and splice terms with me but I’ll give you my basic lesson difference between responsibility and accountability.

Responsibility is being able to answer for one’s conduct and obligations to another person, group or entity.

Accountability is being able to answer for one’s conduct and obligations to oneself.

We need not rely on anyone else. The choices are our own. With sex, you are accountable only to oneself.

If you’re fucked up enough to turn your back on someone holding a loaded gun who swears they won’t fire it into your backside, then you need to have your head examined.

I’ve been polite for long enough. And honestly, the intellectual side of me enjoys hearing the arguments, the justifications and the perspective. Eventually, the truth needs to come out and I’m going to deliver a little right now.

Oh, and don’t everyone take what I’m about to write personally. And it’s not directed at everyone. Just a choice few bleeding heart who try and appeal to the “human” side.

Get some fucking nuts.

The shit (and I mean that literally) that people are “responsible” to tell others upfront about whether they’re POZ or NEG need to seriously reconsider. If you’re stupid enough to think the last blood test tells what you’re status is now, you need to go walk in front of a moving train. Your responsibility extends only to what you let in your own fucking body.

When I get fucked (and I do get fucked), I certainly know what I’m doing. I know the risks I’m taking and I take responsibility for those risks.

When I’m shoving my raw cock into some random hole, I also know where I’m dipping my cock. Seriously, I know I’ve shoved my cocks into some petri dishes full of all kinds of stuff. While some may believe in diminished risk for the top, I know the spectrum of shit out there isn’t really fun on my cock.

Okay, let’s be even more honest — I am shoving the one thing I would protect first in a fight into a hole that’s seen more shit than cock. Literally.

Finally, if you’re stupid enough to trust someone you don’t even know to rubber up with reliable “protection” without bringing your own that you purchased and personally inspected, then you might as well drive without a seatbelt into incoming traffic. As almost exclusively top, I don’t know at what point it became my responsibility to bring condoms to the party.

When will you folks start taking responsibility for yourselves?

I’m not your mama and I’m not going to hold your hand when you cross the road.

What gets me even more is there’s this sense that the hotter the guy, the less likely he’s going to be infected with anything bad — or you’re more willing to take the fucking risk. The photo included here as proof. How many of you condom Nazis would trust hot bod to the right to fuck you with the condoms he brought? How many of you would be willing to forgo the condom all together.

So you don’t approve stealthing, then monitor what goes in your body and don’t invite people over or go somewhere for sex with someone you don’t know.

Believe me, if I get a chance to fuck you, you’re getting my raw cock and cum in your hole. I’m not infecting you on purpose. I have no desire to hurt anyone. I do want to enjoy myself and live life without fear and to feel every iota of pleasure I can when I can.